Hushed Willows I take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at 3
Hushed Willows
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He startled, and silently berated himself for not noticing Tybault, his newfound Uncle. His mind was still reeling from the news—they had family here. For so long, it had been him and Dottie, charting unknown territory and fighting to stay alive at every turn. If Reina had not found them, he was sure that they would have been goners. 

Another thing to kick himself for. 

The male’s question had stirred something in him, the taste of smoke filled his mouth and flickering flames swam in his vision. With a shake, the memory dispersed, giving way to the male before him. Hard eyes found Tybault’s, a slightly haunted look in them as he answered. “Blanketed in fire.” 

It was all he could manage, his throat suddenly dry. Dipping his head, he drank from the Lake, collecting himself for what might be an interesting conversation.
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RE: I take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at 3 - by Carnelian - April 12, 2024, 05:49 PM